In June I began writing a story.
I was the protagonist who was chasing something she had yet to discover.
I laid out her beginnings, her current state of mind, and her greatest desire: to participate.
When I began writing, I was confused and dissatisfied. I knew that something about my trajectory was wrong, but instead of trying to rationalize, I detached myself from my decisions, and I wrote.
It was a reprieve from my analysis, and funnily enough, it gave me the insight I needed to make the next right decision.
Looking back, I think it helped because humans like stories. By making my life a story, I simplified it.
Instead of thinking about every thing around me (moving pieces, decisions, people, etc.) all I had to think about was moving forward.
In a story, the only thing a protagonist can do is move forward. If she stops, the story stops which doesn’t make for a good story. If she moves sideways, it becomes boring. If she moves backward, she becomes her own antagonist.
The best choices move her forward.